Harry Ryan has two first names (sybarite) wrote in rooms,
Re: In-person: Harry / Gwen
[He is in the bottom level garage, his groans can be heard bouncing off of the walls and up the stairs from that level. It sounds as if he's crying, not from agony, but from pain. His is a wincing, keening pain. He sounds like a dog begging to be put down, he pleads at nothing and screams again.
In the garage, the lights are bright and the cars are many. Lines of cars, collectors items that are never driven by his father or himself. The cars are not dusty, they are well kept, but a dozen sit in the room, making quiet columns. The light above is a wide beam of fluorescence, it illuminates everything save for the shadows low cast by the cars. Nothing seems to move within, not even when Gwen steps in.
There is a red tool chest against one wall, its middle drawer open with tools spilled out across the cement floor. Amongst the fallen tools is a syringe and an unlabeled bottle with two drops of electric lime green fluid left inside. Whatever it is, it had been well hidden. These cars were so unused that nobody would ever look in there.]